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Parent love. Being a human almost always dictates that you were a child….first. Someone’s child. Maybe you had a mom and dad. All families look different. But that really doesn’t matter. A family is family and you grew up somewhere.

Being a child is somewhat an odd thing. Because no matter what age you are, you are ALWAYS someone’s child. But those rolls change so much over the course of a lifetime, don’t they?

no matter what age you are, you are ALWAYS someone’s child

As an infant, you are completely dependent on your mother. For food. For clothing. For every basic need. You clearly would not survive without someone taking care of you. For most of us that is our mother. We grew in her womb. We heard her voice first. Felt her touch first. Looked into her eyes first. She was our first love.

And then toddlerhood. Oh, how we begin to idolize those or that parent in our life. They seem like rock stars to us. Larger than life. The sun rises and sets with them. The love that flows from them to us? It feeds us, sustains us, contents us.

In elementary school, we start to push and pull a little bit. More of a push, then run back! A little bitty scratch sends us running to mama. A slight tummy ache, we need consoling. We just are starting to explore our boundaries a bit. How far before we need to come back to that security we depend on. We still need them for so so much. We rely on them. They are our world.

I know. I know. It’s been exceedingly quiet over here on this blog page. Why? You ask. I never thought you would!

Why have a blog at all? Good question.

Well. I’m trying to figure out exactly what I want this “place” to be. About jewelry? About life? My heart? My passion? Behind the scenes? There are so many options and so many ways to go. Ultimately? I want it to be a place you want to visit. For all the reasons. I know how overwhelmingly stimulated we get with all the information out there. I want this place to be a benefit. Not just one-more-thing. Does that make sense?

So I thought a re-introduction might be nice. AND a $20 gift card to my site. I want you to remember (hopefully) why you ever decided to land here in the first place!

To get your gift card. Just click this text. I’ll send it over immediately. It’s good for $20 cash on any purchase of $49 and up. That’s it. No strings. Just a little something from me to you.

Please grab your $20 gift card! Link in the text above!

So who is Lisa Lehmann?

Well. I’m an Artist. Dreamer. Maker. Here are a few, off the top of my head, wacky things you may not even want to know about me!

I wanted to be an artist for as long as I can remember.

I have a vivid imagination and I remember everything.

I love peanut butter almost as much as chocolate. Sometimes I even like it more.

I love 80’s music but also Taylor Swift.

I have 5 of the most amazing kids on the planet. Married son. And 3 daughters.

I love sitting in hot cars.

I love listening to books.

The water speaks to me and soothes my soul.

I never know what color my hair will be from one month to the next.

I could sit with a sketchbook and the perfect pen all day long.

I straighten out a room in my head as soon as I walk into it. ie. pictures on the walls.

I hate dishes in my sink.

I have a slight…ok a BIG ink (tattoo) addiction.

I love animals. All of them. Currently, I have 3 golden retrievers…but I also consider myself a caretaker of any bird that decides to nest in my yard.

I used to think I could talk to animals.

If I could travel anywhere I would choose a remote island with crystal clear water and room service.

I love words. Written words. Spoken words. Poetry. All of them.

Guilty pleasure? Donuts. Amish crack donuts for sure.

Introduce yourself? Are you new here? Have you been around forever? I’d love to know. And I’d love to know what you would like to see more of.

#MeToo. We keep hearing it. Over and over. Mother’s. Sister’s. Daughter’s. Friends. I think we are beginning to get numb. Tune it out.

I think it’s more than telling the story. Sharing what happened. I think there is a lot of pain. And shame. And standing up and telling your story is brave. And huge.

What is the common denominator that has accompanied any and all of these experiences? Guilt and shame.

But my thoughts go to this. What goes along with every me too? What is embedded in each victims brain? How has it impacted them? How are they forever changed? #MeToo

I cannot speak for anyone else so I will dig into my own stories. My own past. I’m not here to call out certain people or events. Teenage boys. College peers. Professors. Bosses. Partners. There are plenty. What is the common denominator that has accompanied any and all of these experiences? Guilt and shame. And a lifelong struggle with body image.

I so often want to take you behind the scenes. Show you the studio. Have you sit with your coffee or tea and chat while I work. I try to do that to the best of my ability via Instagram stories. Little snippets. Tiny peeks. Behind the scenes looks. But it’s hard! I often get so entrenched in the moment, I forget to share. Or worse, I feel mechanical and fake.

I never want that. I want you to feel like a very welcome guest. Because truly, you are.